31 Mar 2015

The explosive seventh installment in the Amaranthine series brings blood, ruin, despair, and hope, for even in the darkest night there is still a moon.

After the battle in Indonesia. Katelina wakes in Samael’s domain. Though her memories are tattered, she knows someone is missing: Jorick.

Her vampire lover gathers an army to save her from the ancient, but his master Malick interferes. For five hundred years Malick has manipulated and ruined Jorick’s life. When he leaves Katelina broken and bleeding in the bowels of his oasis, it’s the final straw.

While Malick sets up his glorious war with a living legend, Jorick plans the ultimate taboo: to kill his master. He’s tried before and failed. Will this be different, or will he and Katelina be crushed in the carnage of a greater battle, between two whose blood goes back millennia?

My Review

Clash of Legends by Joleene NaylorMy rating: 5 of 5 starsThis Book Was Given To Me By The Author In Exchange For An Honest ReviewMagnificent and breathtaking! I couldn't put it down! Naylor's creative genius knows no bounds! this book was completely incredible! and the battles amazing!Katelina's change in this one is incredible! she is so different! yet so much the same..lol...I hate to say to much without giving it all away. Joleen twisted it in such a way that no one saw it coming. I so can't wait to see what is in store for her character in the next book as well as for Micah.The introduction of the newish character Xandria sets a different stage to the book and sets a different feel to it all now with Katelina's character. I think it will be interesting to see how it will all unfold and to see if she will be a trustworthy addition to the team.The ending was totally epic! and I have to give Joleen kudos for it! I nearly fell out of my seat when I read it..lol... I am totally dieing to read the next book already! this series is the best!!!!!View all my reviews

The Children of Shadows, a vampire cult not seen for hundreds of years, resurfaces to wage war on the vampire guilds. Led by a familiar face, the cult wreaks havoc while Katelina and Jorick are trapped in Munich’s stronghold. Ume, a mysterious vampiress, who claims to know Verchiel, offers the help of her secret organization. But how are she and Verchiel connected, and can they trust her?

As mysteries are solved, new ones appear. Why have the Children of Shadows returned, and is it really a former ally that leads them, or a look-alike? Jorick and Katelina will have to team up with past companions and new allies if they want to find out the truth.

Legends rise and secrets are revealed in a world where vampires walk, drenched in blood and shadows.

My Review

Children of Shadows by Joleene NaylorMy rating: 5 of 5 starsThis Book Was Given To Me By The Author In Exchange For An Honest ReviewI am a HUGE fan of Joleen's work and an BIG fan of this series! I have been reading it from the start and am in love with all the characters and love where Joleen has been taking it. Children of the Shadows was magnificent! I loved this one! Verchiel is my all time fav of the characters and I loved getting to know more about him and his past in this one. Katelina and Jorick are the ultimate couple and nothing ever gets them down! threw thick and thin, battle after battle they always find each other and they always make it through and I love that about them! Jorick doesn't treat Katelina like a snack or pet or lowly human either like the rest of the vampire populous which gets him huge points.Samael, Malick, the Black Vigil, and the Children of the Shadows are all big key players in the this one. Who to trust to to fight next and who can help are up in the air. Naylor keeps up all on the edge of our seats though the whole thing wondering what will she throw at us next?..lolThis epic and creative tale is one you defiantly don't want to miss out on! Naylor is a creative and butt kicking genius! I can't wait to see what comes next!
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Caitlin Faire was only expecting a simple night out to celebrate her best friend’s twenty-first birthday. But enter one gorgeous and mysterious guy, and inexplicable visions that can’t possibly be real, and you have an evening that becomes anything but simple.Suddenly, she’s seeing visions everywhere. Being overwhelmed by strange impulses she can’t control. She thinks she’s going insane.Until she almost kills the first man she touches.

I swallow hard and risk a glance
up, checking how much farther I have till I reach my building.

My steps falter.

The sidewalks this close to the
quad are crowded, even for late morning. Students are everywhere: walking,
hanging out, waiting for buses or rushing to their next class. Wisps of fog
drift through the air around them, a bit here, a bit there, none of it as dense
as what had been at the club but all of it misty and sparkling.

And suddenly, I’m shaking and I
can’t stop. I feel so strange. So desperate, like a junkie who’s gone too long
without a hit. I want to cry. Run like hell but I can’t make my feet move. I’m
fairly certain my mouth is open, panting.

What’s wrong with me?

Skye Malone is a fantasy and paranormal romance author, which means she spends most of her time not-quite-convinced that the things she imagines couldn’t actually exist.

Born and raised in central Illinois, she hopes someday to travel the world — though in the meantime she’ll take any story that whisks her off to a place where the fantastic lives inside the everyday. She loves strong and passionate characters, complex villains, and satisfying endings that stay with you long after the book is closed. An inveterate writer, she can’t go a day without getting her hands on a keyboard, and can usually be found typing away while she listens to all the adventures unfolding in her head.

Skye also writes YA urban fantasy as Megan Joel Peterson and is the author of The Children and the Blood trilogy.

There once was a world filled with magic and immortals. To protect the immortals the world was torn into two realms, one of mortals and one of magic.For centuries Jiren has been one of the leaders of the immortal realm, but his power is now put at risk when it is said that the heart song between a mortal, Relena, and a werewolf, Marren is fated to bring both the mortal and immortal realms together once again before the world is forever shrouded in darkness.The shape-shifting, ethereal vampire, Jiren, will stop at nothing to prevent the realms from rejoining, even killing another Ancient—the most unforgivable crime.In addition, Relena and Marren are put through one of the greatest tests of their relationship just to prove their love for one another, putting the future of both realms in jeopardy; solely to appease the other Ancient rulers of the immortal realm.With both realms doomed if they are not together, will Marren and Relena be able to prove their heart song or will Jiren have his way and throw the world into complete devastation?

I woke from a fitful sleep with a
loud clap of thunder that shook the room. I sat up, struggling to catch my
breath, when I saw someone at the foot of the bed. “Marren?”

“I’m here.”

“What are you doing at the foot of my bed?” I said,
impatient and still angry.

“I want you to see me . . . what I am,” he replied as if he
was surrendering to something he didn’t want to do.

My heart raced. Questions and warnings rang in the back of
my mind. One thing overwhelmed them all. Need. A need to know, a need to see, a
need to keep him with me because I was too proud to admit I was too scared to
be alone.

I moved slowly, crawling on top of the blankets and to the
edge of the bed. I stood on my knees and took deep breaths to calm myself as
lightning and thunder crashed and rain pelted the stone balcony. I reached with
trembling hands and pulled the sheers apart slowly. Marren stood on the other
side of the bench, patiently waiting for my reaction. He stood perfectly still,
like a statue belonging in the ballroom with the other races, long fallen into
myth and legend. Lighting flashed across his face, and I realized why he was so
afraid.

I froze. Partly in
terror and partly in awe. “You’re a werewolf.”

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked with uncertainty.

Of course, I was
afraid. It wouldn’t be natural otherwise. I couldn’t tell him that. “No. More
like . . . mesmerized.”

I leaned over the bench, reached out my hand and touched his
face. Soft and smooth skin returned my touch, just as with the human part of
him. My fingers traced the changes, moving over the rises and falls of his
features. Goosebumps rose on my arms and trickled down my spine. Another flash
of lightning shone on his face, his eyes were closed.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.

“You—you don’t think I’m a monster?”

I laughed under my breath. “How could I?”

“This is what I am. If living a life with me is what you
really want, you will need to eventually make the change as well,” his words
echoed soundlessly through my mind, as well as the urgency within them.

I dropped my hand and sat back on my legs. “Before I can
think about that, give me some answers.”

He nodded slowly.

“How old are you?”

“Old enough to have seen the changes in this world,” he
spoke with sadness in his words.

“Does that mean you will you live forever?”

“Theoretically, yes.”

“So if I decide not to make the change, then . . .”

“It will kill me when you eventually die.”

“Why would my death kill you?” I fought a losing battle.
Instead of getting answers, I found more questions.

His mouth opened as if he was going to answer, but then he
closed it, looking out the window. Worry creased his brow.

I tried a different approach, “Is that the decision you
warned me of?”

“I wouldn’t want you to rush into something like this. It
takes time. With the company that’s coming, you’ll need to make that decision
sooner than I had hoped.”

I climbed atop the bench and then stepped to the floor to
stand in front of him; my knees were stiff from sitting on them. “When?”

“The decision will need to be made by tomorrow night.”

“What happens if I say no?”

“I would rather not think about that but considered that a
possibility.”

“And?” I asked.

“I’m hoping you won’t,” he said.

“Why is it important to you for me to say yes?”

“Because, my world was never complete until you were a part
of it, and you are my heart song.”

My mind emptied of everything. Every question, every thought
and argument, even logic left my mind. Not once did I expect to hear words like
his. I was never anything to anyone. My own father didn’t even want me, and
yet, Marren did. The whirlwind of my life seemed less chaotic with him. He
calmed the destructive force that claimed so much of me, and when I thought
about not having him around, my heart hurt. I’ve always been told persistence
wins over patience. I didn’t realize how true that was until now.

My decision was made.

I lifted my hands to his chest, his heart thumped against my
touch. I inched close enough for his breath to blow over my neck and shoulders.
His lips pressed into my forehead, but I could tell he was holding back.

I slid my hands around his neck and pulled his lips to mine.
Fire pulsed through my veins, setting every nerve ending ablaze. Everywhere his
hands touched, tingled like tiny bolts of lightning. Slowly, his arms wrapped around
me as our kiss deepened. My feet left the floor as he carried me to the side of
the bed, lying me down. His mouth traced the edge of my jaw and the length of
my neck. He pulled away, letting his breath flow over my skin in warm waves.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes.”

A
Kansas native, Samantha LaFantasie spends her free time with her spouse and
three kids. Writing has always been a passion of hers, forgoing all other
desires to devote to this one obsession, even though she often finds herself arguing
with her characters through much of the process. She’s primarily a fantasy
writer but often feels pulled to genres such as sci-fi, romance, and others.

Samantha
became a bestselling author with the Pandora Boxed Set (which
includes Made to Forget: Nepherium Novella series--Part One) on both Amazon and
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Samantha
loves to take time to enjoy other activities such as photography and playing
her favorite game of all time, Guild Wars 2.

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16 Mar 2015

Not all princesses get their happily ever after...
They tell me I killed my boyfriend Phillip in cold blood. I stabbed him twenty one times. I’m only seventeen years old, and I am serving life in Spindle Ridge Asylum for the Criminally Insane.

I don’t remember killing him, so it’s really hard to believe I’m capable of murder. In fact I don’t remember anything before I came to Spindle Ridge, not even my boyfriend.
I can only grasp onto my realistic dreams while the madness of the asylum threatens to pull me under. I dream I’m a beautiful princess and there is an evil faerie named Maleficent who is bent on my destruction. The dreams are the closest thing I have to memories of my life, except they aren’t real.

I’m crazy. I’m not a princess.

They’re the mad illusions of an irrational teenage girl, right?

They’ve assigned me a new doctor, and she says I can trust her, and that she’ll help me see the truth of who I really am.
When she arrived she brought a new patient, Sawyer, who is everything Spindle Ridge isn’t: exciting, mysterious and beautiful. He promises he’s here to rescue me. Trusting either of them frightens me.
Could it be possible that my dreams are more than just the imaginings of a delusional girl? Could they be truth?

I woke in the
middle of the night hearing screams fill the air. This was not uncommon at all,
but tonight I wasn’t expecting it. Normally when Adele’s meds are changed, she
wakes screaming that she can’t sleep. Adele’s room is across from mine. She is roughly
in her twenties and I never learned how she ended up here. I try not to talk to
the other patients. I don’t know why it is, but I don’t fit in with these
people. To them I’m the murderer and they tend to think less of me. That’s
fine. I am what they say I am. That’s why I’m here, right?

They told me I stabbed my boyfriend, Phillip,
but I don’t remember doing it. I actually don’t remember Phillip at all. No
recollection of having been in a relationship either. I must have killed him or
else I wouldn’t be in Spindle Ridge.

Dr. Altman
says that I have to believe that I did it or we will never get anywhere. I’ll
admit it’s hard to believe that these hands could stab a person twenty times.
No matter how I imagined it, it is always hard to believe.

I sat up
listening hard for the screams. When they came again I noticed they were not
female, they were male. The screams were deeper and reached a longer distance
than Adele’s cries ever could. I wondered if the whole building could hear him.

I pulled my
covers up over my neck and covered my face. I just wanted to sleep and fall
back into the dream I was having. It was beautiful, and if I had my way, I
would stay there forever.

Wait!

I sat up fast. Closing my eyes, I tried to
remember the dream to the last second. It wasn’t the same dream as the one’s
prior. This dream was different! This dream was me and a boy.

I never
dreamt of anyone but my parents and the evil woman. The dream’s soft lullaby
came back to me as I remembered where I was.

The smell of
fresh grass came across my senses.

The sky so
blue as I lay on a blanket. I rolled over and saw the face of a boy. He was
everything that Spindle Ridge wasn’t; he was beautiful. He had long, shaggy,
but not unruly, hair that touched his collar. When he smiled at me, he looked
like a boy in love. In love with me.

“Get up you
lazy sack!”

I opened my
eyes and was pulled back into the now. I was forced to leave the dream behind
as I was being pulled out of bed by two nurses.

Christy Sloat is a SoCal born girl who resides in New Jersey currently with her husband, two daughters and Sophie her Chihuahua. Christy has embraced the love of reading and writing since her youth and was inspired by her grandmother's loving support. Christy passes that love of reading, writing, and creativity to her daughters, family, and friends. When you do not find Christy within the pages of a book you can find her being mommy, wife, crafter, and dear friend. She loves adventurous journeys with her friends and can be known to get lost inside a bookstore. Be sure to venture into her Past Lives Series, The Visitor's Series, and watch for many more exciting things to come.

Abandoned by the woman he loved, Captain Marteinn wants to escape his misery by winning the summer games in Lagenheim. The champion is entitled to ask one favor from the jarl and he’s prepared to request his freedom.

A woman desperate for passion ...

Taken to Scandinavia after the Normans invaded England, Mercia works hard to prove her loyalty to the Vikings. Despite multiple offers of marriage, she fears she’ll never find true love. Until she meets a brooding warrior, who ignites a hidden passion she can’t ignore.

My Review

This book was given to me by the author in exchange for an honest review.

Awesome Story! I love this series! Violetta Rand is a incredible author. I love all the Viking history in each of her books as well as the creativity and romance.

I felt so sorry for Marteinn in Blind Redemption as his love for Kara was so heartbreaking. To see him overcome that in this one is beautiful, I really like Mercia she gives Marteinn a run for his money and will keep him on his toes for years to come. Violetta does a wonderful job of bringing the two together in a beautiful and yet entertaining way.

I really enjoy Violetta's writing. She is a brilliant author with a lot of sassy creativity and flare. She likes to bring her romantic characters together in unconventional ways and does an amazing job with whatever she writes. I would happily read anything she wrote!

Violetta Rand

Raised in Corpus Christi, Texas, Violetta Rand spent her childhood reading, writing, and playing soccer. After meeting her husband in New England, they moved to Alaska where she studied environmental science and policy as an undergraduate before attending graduate school. Violetta then spent nearly a decade working as an environmental scientist, specializing in soil and water contamination and environmental assessments.

Violetta still lives in Anchorage, Alaska and spends her days writing evocative New Adult romance and historical romance. When she’s not reading, writing, or editing, she enjoys time with her husband, pets, and friends. In her free time, she loves to hike, fish, and ride motorcycles and 4-wheelers.

I have a mission. Kill the man who kidnapped me. Kill the guards who raped me. I have guns and knives and I’m not afraid to use them. Nothing will stop me.

Then I walk into a bar and I notice him. He is gorgeous.

For four long years, my only response to anything sexual has been revulsion and fear. This time, it feels different.

I could use him. I want to use him. I could sleep with him and make a pleasurable memory as a counterpoint to the painful ones. I’m not a frightened young girl anymore. I’m a trained assassin, capable of killing him with my bare hands. This time, I’ll be in control.

He’s just supposed to be a distraction, this mysterious man in the bar that I have a one-night stand with. But I can't predict the secrets he is hiding... secrets that are about to intersect my world in painful, unanticipated, and dangerous ways.

~*~ABOUT TARA CRESCENT~*~

Hello, I’m Tara Crescent. I’ve always fantasized about being a mysterious spy, leading a secret double-life, and now, I find that that’s come true!

Sort of.

By day, I’m a mild-mannered corporate drone in Toronto, but by night, I’m limited only by my imagination; I sit, and I type, and I am a daring writer of BDSM, erotica and romance.

In my spare time, I write of course. I also read, garden, travel, cook, and almost never clean. I just started watching Walking Dead on Netflix (zombie erotica, anyone?), and I’m impatiently awaiting the next episode of Doctor Who. (I would kill for a TARDIS.)

I’ve scribbled bits and pieces all my life, chiefly inspired by what I’m reading, which tends to be mainly science-fiction and fantasy, with a healthy sprinkling of romance and erotica thrown in.

I’m a huge believer in happily-ever-after, but tempered by real life, where happily-ever-after is possible, but takes work. My favorite kind of romance stories are ones that are somewhat believable; I like strong men and women who know what they want out of life, and are driven to get it.

Truth is nothing but lies.Light is overshadowed by darkness.Hope is replaced by despair.Innocence is lost. Only anger and bitterness remain.

Don't miss this final installment as destiny's path is ultimately unraveled in Chaysing Destiny

My Review

Chaysing Destiny by Jalpa WillibyMy rating: 5 of 5 starsThis Book was given to me by the Author in exchange for a honest review.Wow! What an amazing series and What an incredible author! I couldn't put the book down while reading as Chase and Tess's story has been heartbreaking and they have been through so much and this one was incredibly hard. I didn't think someone's heart could break as many times as Tess's heart has broken over Chase and to find betrayal again just brakes my heart as they deserve more. Jalpa is an amazingly gifted author, who's creativity speaks to each and everyone who has ever had felt pain, betrayal, or loss or a loved one. Chase and Tess's story is inspiring as for time and time again they always pull through to beat back the odds that are set against them. I love how even through the pain and anguish they find the good and how to use it to defeat the dark. Jalpa has given us this light in the darkness and with her gifts she has brought this magnificent series to light. This is an series that I know I will be sure to pick up and read again and again as it makes us all hope for the possible in life.
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13 Mar 2015

Taken by a Dragon, the seventh book in New York Times best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Eternal Mates, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website and sharing sneak peeks of the book. Find out how to enter the Taken by a Dragon international giveaway (ends March 22nd) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website, where you can also download a 5 chapter sample of the novel: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/taken-by-a-dragon-paranormal-romance-novel.php

My Review

Taken by a Dragon by Felicity HeatonMy rating: 5 of 5 starsThis book was given to me by the author in exchange for an honest review.This book was amazing, sexy, adventurous and brilliant! Felicity is an incredible writer and I spent every min of reading the book on the edge of my seat drooling over every word. She never lets me down as each and every story is just as amazing as the last and I can never wait to see what she has in store for us next.I loved Loki and Anais's story it was everything I could have hoped for. it was full of fire, passion, danger and a ending that couldn't have been any better in my opinion. Felicity's creativity really knows no bounds when it comes to her characters and I think thats what I love the most, her will to go where ever she needs to make the story great.With the intro of so much intrigue in this one I am defiantly wondering how she is going to top it...loldon't miss out on this incredible series!View all my reviewsHere’s more about Taken by a Dragon, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance novel.

Possessed by a need to save a beautiful Amazon warrior from the vision he witnessed, Loke snatched her from the midst of the battle between the Third and Fifth realm of the demons, and carried her to his home deep in the black mountains of Hell to protect her. But as the fierce little female awakens, he finds she’s anything but grateful, and his dragon instincts roar to life to warn she might be more to him than an enemy—she might be his fated female.Anais remembers meeting a handsome warrior in the heat of battle, a man who was her enemy but who looked at her with eyes that held dark heat and wicked promises. When she wakes to find that same dragon shifter has taken her captive, desire is the last thing on her mind, but escaping him to return to Archangel, the hunter organisation she works for, sounds less than appealing when he reveals the reason he took her—to stop her from dying.Can Loke protect Anais from the dangers of his realm and how far will he go to save her from the future he keeps witnessing? Can Anais resist the fierce attraction that burns between them as hot as fire and stay true to Archangel or will her heart be taken by the dragon?

Excerpt

Loke stared off to his right at the mouth of the cave, searching for a way to improve the relationship between him and his ward, and stop himself from surrendering to the darker instincts that were beginning to wake inside him. He wanted her and had done since first setting eyes on her, he would never deny that, but he would also never seek to possess her in the traditional ways of a dragon. She wasn’t an object to be owned or a slave to be taken against her will.She was beautiful and fierce. She was a little Amazon. A warrior. That side of her both fascinated and concerned him. It drew him to her but pushed him away at the same time. He had to keep reminding himself that she wasn’t strong. She was mortal. A weak species. He had proven that by hurting her without ever realising it.He cursed himself and swiftly stood, intending to apologise to her. When he risked looking back down at her, her deep blue eyes were on the tunnels to his left again. Maybe there was a way to make her feel more comfortable in his home. She did seem very interested in the tunnels.“Come. You must be hungry. I will show you the larder.” He held his hand out to her but she didn’t take it. She rose to her feet and he looked back at the cave mouth while she dressed, giving her some privacy. “It’s probably just because you think I’ll run off the moment you turn your back,” she muttered.Loke smiled. “It had crossed my mind.”She swept her arm out towards the tunnels. “Lead the way.”He decided that would also be unwise, so he opted for walking beside her. On her left. So she couldn’t grab his knife he had sheathed against his left hip.When he reached the fire, he picked up the wooden torch he kept near it, lit it and held it ahead of them, illuminating the path.“In my world, we have things called torches… but they’re powered by batteries.”“Batteries?” He looked down at her and caught her staring at his bare chest. His heart missed a beat as fire swept through his veins and he had to battle to bring it back under control.Her gaze leaped away from him and her cheeks darkened. “Tiny power cells. We use them to run all kinds of electronic equipment.”“Electronic?” He tried to focus on their conversation and his curiosity about her world, using it to shut out the temptation to shift closer to her. He wouldn’t cross that line. No matter how fiercely he desired her. She was under his protection only until the time came when he received word that the battle was over and she could return to her people. He meant to keep his promises.Perhaps his desire to understand her was too dangerous to indulge. He feared that if he came to understand the sylph beside him, he would be done for, no longer able to keep his distance from her. It was better she remained a mystery then and he interacted with her as little as possible.His dragon instincts roared to the fore, pushing back against that idea. Leaving her as a mystery meant denying his curiosity about her. It meant not learning about her world and her life as a mortal. She was his chance to gain knowledge about a world he could never venture into, no matter how fiercely he wanted to see it. He needed to hear her tales, her first-hand accounts of everything the mortal world had to offer.Loke scrubbed his free hand through his hair, grasping the longer lengths and tugging them back until his scalp stung.Everything about her was impossible.She was impossible to understand as she leaped between polar emotions in a heartbeat. Impossible to comprehend as he pitted the fact she was mortal against the knowledge she was a warrior. Impossible to ignore as she huffed beside him and he felt her gaze briefly touch on his body again. Impossible to resist.Loke glanced down at her, his eyes straying to her despite his attempt to keep them locked on the tunnels ahead of them.She looked unimpressed and he was coming to hate seeing that expression on her face because it made him feel inadequate.“You seriously don’t know what electricity is?” She rolled her eyes and sighed emphatically again. “Heaven help me.”“I do not think the angels will help you, Little Amazon. They cannot venture into Hell as far as I know.”She stopped dead and he walked a few steps, her gaze boring into his back, before halting too and looking over his shoulder at her. Her stunned expression drew a smile from him and lightened his mood, chasing away the ache in his head and lifting him out of the mire of his conflicting desires.“Angels?” she whispered, a touch of fascination in her voice.He grinned now. “Ah, it would seem it is my turn to sigh ever so dramatically.”Her face darkened into a scowl. “Whatever. I’m sure if there were angels, Archangel would know about them.”She had mentioned Archangel before, when she had called herself a demon-hunter. The other female he had met in the battle, the one with black hair, had called herself such a thing too. It made sense for that female. She had been powerful.His little Amazon was not.Yet she apparently hunted immortals. A foolish venture for a mortal. He was surprised she had survived to her current age.He wasn’t sure what age that was, or how many cycles of the earth around the sun it took for a mortal to grow to adulthood, and he wasn’t about to ask her. She would sigh again and right now he had the upper hand and he was enjoying it.“Angels exist.” He made it a statement, so she didn’t question it.It didn’t stop her. “So where are they? Why haven’t I met one? I’ve been hunting for years and I’ve never met one.”“You would most likely be dead if you met one of the breed who make Hell their home. Fallen angels are dangerous prey, Little Amazon. You must not approach or engage them.”He must have looked serious because she didn’t argue. Instead, her eyes took on a shimmer of curiosity.“You’ve met a fallen angel?”He nodded. “And barely escaped with my life… but it was long ago and I am stronger now. I am confident I could hold my own against one if I ever meet another.”She ran her gaze over him, a wave of heat following it, scalding him wherever she lingered, and then raised her eyes back to his. “How long ago?”Loke thought about that as he began walking again, leading the way towards the tunnel. He gave up searching for a definite answer and shrugged as he made a guess. “Around four thousand years ago. Give or take a few centuries. It is difficult to remember.”She stopped again and he sighed. If she kept stopping whenever he said something that astounded her, they were going to take hours to reach the larder.“Four thousand years. Blimey. Prince Loren is around five thousand years old or something like that according to—”“Prince Loren… of the elves?” Loke ignored her scowl but noted she didn’t like being interrupted. “You know him?”She nodded and his eyebrow quirked.He had known they had fought on the same side in the battle between the Third and Fifth realms of the demons, but he hadn’t expected her to know royalty. It surprised him that the prince of elves had worked directly with her people rather than allowing one of his commanders to do such a low and menial task in his place.“He’s getting married to one of our scientists,” she said with a smile. “Something about Olivia being his mate.”Olivia. He frowned at that name. The black-haired female had mentioned it, stating how Olivia would love to study him. A scientist. He knew of science in the sense they meant it. Studying. Cutting open creatures to see their insides and gain knowledge of them. He curled his lip at his little Amazon, flashing a hint of fang.She planted her hands on her hips. “I don’t recall saying or doing anything to deserve that sort of look.”“Speak not of scientists and mates. It is a ridiculous notion that the prince of elves would find a mate in such a weak species.”“Well, it happened… like Sable is probably going to get hitched to King Thorne.” She stormed past him and he was the one standing still and staring at her in astonishment now.“King Thorne has a mate too?”She nodded and looked over her shoulder at him. “You met her. She trod on your throat.”He rubbed the front of it and pinned her with a black look as he recalled the dark-haired huntress. “She was strong. A worthy mate for a demon king.”Her pretty face darkened, her fair eyebrows dropping low above her deep blue eyes, and she turned on him. “Strength comes from more than the body, you know? It comes from in here too.”She pressed her hand between her breasts.“Strength of heart does not make you strong, Little Amazon. It does not stop a blade from slicing your throat open.” He stepped towards her, closing the gap between them, and swept his fingers in a straight line just inches from her delicate throat as he stared down into her eyes. “It does not make you a match for one of our kind. Physical weakness cannot be overcome by emotional strength. A mortal is a poor match for an immortal. It would be far too easy to harm you by mistake.”He swept past her, leaving her to follow, and paused only when he reached the mouth of the tunnel that led to the larder.She stood where he had left her, staring at him, a myriad of emotions crossing her face and colouring her eyes, clashing and colliding, but through them all one rose.Defiance.She straightened her spine, tilted her chin up, and clenched her fists at her sides as her lips compressed into a mulish line.“You know nothing about mortals. Physical strength isn’t everything. Without emotion… without heart… you’re nothing but barbarians. But I should’ve known that you were a barbarian… after all… you act like one.” She stormed past him again and didn’t slow this time. She marched ahead of him into the darkness and he let her, even though he wanted to argue with her. He scrubbed his free hand over his face and held back his sigh. Perhaps he had been too hard on her kind. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to say those things to her, pointing out the differences between mortals and immortals. The thought that the prince of elves had been given a mortal female as a fated mate, and that King Thorne of the Third Realm had also received one, had set him on edge for some reason.Loke watched her stomping towards the edge of the reach of the light from his torch.If she kept marching blind as she was now, she was going to trip over something and hurt herself. He quickened his pace, eating up the distance between them with long-legged strides, and only slowed when he was within a few feet of her. She muttered things beneath her breath and he caught his name from time to time.The larder came into view ahead of them and she finally slowed down, her head turning this way and that as she took it in. He had carved shelves into the black walls of the small round cave many centuries ago, allowing him to keep his food off the floor, where bugs were prone to nibble on it.He placed the wooden torch in the diagonal shaft he had hacked into the rock near the entrance of the larder and picked up the iron cauldron he had traded from a witch in the free realm. He placed his only metal bowl and a wooden spoon down inside it, and then set about gathering the items he needed for their meal.“Eww, what is that. Tell me you don’t eat that.”He turned to find Anais pointing at a lump of white fat he had carved off an old Hell beast, one of the kind with horns and talons. It had been a difficult battle. He could have easily won if he had resorted to using his dragon form, but his kind preferred to hunt in their mortal appearance. They relished the challenge and the chance to test their skills against a larger foe.Loke shook his head. “I do not eat that. I use it for fuel.”“For the fire?” She looked back towards the exit. “And the torches I guess?”He nodded this time. “It helps. I eat this.”He picked up a skinned side of Hell beast, around a quarter of the original carcass, with the front left limb and ribs intact, and she looked as if she might vomit. She swiftly covered her mouth and turned away from him. Would he ever understand her? She claimed to be strong, but when faced with a butchered creature, she paled and looked ready to flee. He was beginning to wonder whether she had ever taken a life during her battles. Surely a female who couldn’t look at a piece of meat was incapable of taking a life?“I think I might be vegetarian,” she muttered into her palm.Loke wasn’t sure what that meant but he didn’t like the sound of it. “I will make a stew from the leg.”“What does it taste like?” She peeked over her shoulder at it. “Does it taste like beef or maybe lamb? I’m not big on lamb.”Beef. Lamb. He presumed these were creatures of the mortal world. He shrugged. “I am afraid I cannot compare it with something from your realm as I have never been there.”She frowned and shifted to face him, her fear of the carcass evidently forgotten. “You haven’t left Hell?”He shook his head. “No dragons leave Hell… so you see I cannot offer you a comparison to ease your mind… but it tastes good.”“I think I’ll have to be the judge of that. If it does, I’ll tell the world… there’s a bachelor in Hell who can cook.” She paused and ran another glance over him, rekindling the fire in his veins. “You are a bachelor? I figured you were since this cave doesn’t look like the sort of place where a lady dragon would live. It lacks a female’s touch.”Loke bit back a groan. His cave wasn’t the only thing that lacked a female’s touch. He had been lacking that for a long time. His gaze fell to her hands and he was wondering what her touch would feel like before he could stop himself. He tried to shake away the image of her running her palms over his bare chest, making him burn with a soft caress, but it was impossible. He had invited the images into his mind, had opened himself to them, and they flooded him, refusing to go away.He was vaguely aware that he was standing in the larder, staring at her like a complete dolt and asking for another kick to the groin. Anais snapped her fingers in front of his face and he jerked backwards, blinking at her.“I don’t want to know what you were thinking, but your eyes were being weird.” She shuffled away from him, to such a distance that it was clear she had lied and knew what he had been thinking about and knew the reason his eyes had brightened, verging on glowing.He was hungry, but not for food.He wanted a taste of something far more dangerous and alluring.The fascinating little Amazon diligently keeping her eyes off him.As if that would stop him from desiring her.

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Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:

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